Hmm... What would one say about me? I don't even know where to begin... God knows I hate to talk about myself....
Ha! God I'm funny. So, back to me.
Okay -- so really, I am going to have a hard time talking about myself. Not to imply that I'm not my own favorite subject, because I am, just because I have a hard time staying on one topic for a very long time. I may begin by talking about me, and end up talking about something totally unrelated, like soup. (that's not exactly unrelated, I do adore soup.)
But, my point remains.
I saw a Camel Spider the other day. (night, really) For those of you who have not yet had the pleasure, I wouldn't reccomend it. Turns out, they are big, yucky, and not scared of people. If you try to run away from one, it may well chase you. Not that I would know that or anything, I mean, I am FAR to dignified to do something silly like run away from a stupid bug that I know can't hurt me, and, by the by, isn't even really a spider. (bet you didn't think you'd learn something reading a stupid blurb, now did you? Well ha. I will educate the masses, by god.) But I did. And that part about being dignified, that was a big fat lie. I ran like a little schoolgirl. It was horrible. They (camel spiders) are big and ugly and gross and scary. Yuck. Please, for my sake, hope and pray (if you're into that sort of thing) that you never, ever, as long as you live, have an up close and personal encounter with a Camel Spider.
I have a dollar. That is 1,465.85 Iraqi Dinar. Not that anyone's counting.
I don't have a whole lot else to say. Unfortunatly for all of you (okay, all three of you) out there reading this, (did I over-estimate with three?) I don't have many good stories. Alas, I have never been to Bosnia, nor have I ever fired a .50 cal. Such is life, for those of us who opt for experience over mindless fluff. (but so few and far between we are! Perhaps we should begin some sort of revolution?)
But I must end this, this silly rant of mine, for I have a job to do in the morning, (perhaps that explains my lack of good stories, but I digress) and there is simply not enough coffee in the world to make me functional after a certain point. (mmm... coffee...) So, until anon, or perhaps,
THE END
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